At these Words they departed, and left the Prince to take a short and sad Leave of his _Imoinda_; who, trusting in the Strength of her Charms, believed she should appease the Fury of a jealous King, by saying, she was surprized, and that it was by Force of Arms he got into her Apartment. All her Concern now was for his Life, and therefore she hasten’d him to the Camp, and with much ado prevail’d on him to go. Nor was it she alone that prevail’d; _Aboan_ and _Onahal_ both pleaded, and both assured him of a Lye that should be well enough contrived to secure _Imoinda_. So that at last, with a Heart sad as Death, dying Eyes, and sighing Soul, _Oroonoko_ departed, and took his way to the Camp. It was not long after, the King in Person came to the _Otan_; where beholding _Imoinda_, with Rage in his Eyes, he upbraided her Wickedness, and Perfidy; and threatning her Royal Lover, she fell on her Face at his Feet, bedewing the Floor with her Tears, and imploring his Pardon for a Fault which she had not with her Will committed; as _Onahal_, who was also prostrate with her, could testify: That, unknown to her, he had broke into her Apartment, and ravished her. She spoke this much against her Conscience; but to save her own Life, ’twas absolutely necessary she should feign this Falsity. She knew it could not injure the Prince, he being fled to an Army that would stand by him, against any Injuries that should assault him. However, this last Thought of _Imoinda’s_ being ravished, changed the Measures of his Revenge; and whereas before he designed to be himself her Executioner, he now resolved she should not die. But as it is the greatest Crime in Nature amongst them, to touch a Woman after having been possess’d by a Son, a Father, or a Brother, so now he looked on _Imoinda_ as a polluted thing wholly unfit for his Embrace; nor would he resign her to his Grandson, because she had received the _Royal Veil_: He therefore removes her from the _Otan_, with _Onahal_; whom he put into safe Hands, with Order they should be both sold off as Slaves to another Country, either _Christian_ or _Heathen_, ’twas no Matter where. This cruel Sentence, worse than Death, they implor’d might be reversed; but their Prayers were vain, and it was put in Execution accordingly, and that with so much Secrecy, that none, either without or within the _Otan_, knew any thing of their Absence, or their Destiny.